All Chapters of My Enemy [BL]: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Third Person’s POV The house was too big for one person. Too clean, too polished, and too quiet. It stood like a museum of wealth, the kind of place people admired from the outside but would never feel at home in. Every surface gleamed, every picture frame hung perfectly straight, and yet there was no warmth anywhere, just the faint hum of the air conditioning and the echo of footsteps on marble floors. Frank dropped his duffel bag by the staircase, the sound too loud in the silence. He hated how empty the place felt, how it seemed to swallow him whole. The lights flickered against the golden accents on the walls, and for a fleeting moment, he thought about how his mother used to hum in the kitchen, how his father’s laughter once filled the hallways during dinner parties. But that was years ago, before they decided the world was more interesting than their son. They’d left when he was fourteen, a quick announcement over brunch that they were taking a "temporary sabbatical" to tra

By the seventh day, the cabin had officially lost its charm for me. I knew every creaky floorboard by heart, every uneven nail on the porch railing, and every knot in the ceiling beams. Rowan and I, without even realizing it, had cleaned, rearranged, and reorganized nearly every corner out of pure boredom. We’d cooked five different meals since there was nothing else to do, stacked them neatly in the fridge, and read almost every painfully dull book from the dusty shelves. Honestly, I felt like the walls were closing in on us.Rowan suddenly stood up from the couch, stretching lazily and then groaning. "I’m going fucking insane," he muttered, running a hand through his hair. "I need to get out before I start talking to the furniture."He grabbed his jacket from the hook by the door, and I hesitated before blurting out, "W–wait, you’re leaving?"He glanced back at me, one eyebrow raised. "Yeah. You sound surprised.""I’m not surprised," I replied q

I jogged to catch up with Rowan, brushing off the dirt on my jeans and trying not to think about how my heart was still racing from that almost face-plant earlier.He didn’t even look back when I finally reached him, just shoved his hands into his pockets and muttered, "You didn’t have to follow me if you’re just going to end up getting yourself killed over a deer. I’m not here to babysit you."I scoffed and fell into step beside him. "Are you sure? Because I seem to remember you acting like my personal guardian when I went for a walk alone the other day." I even made air quotes for emphasis, which earned me a sharp look."Don’t twist my words, hamster," he said, a half-smirk dancing on his lips, which only made me roll my eyes. "I just pointed out that you have the survival instincts of a koala.""Wow, coming from the guy who started a fight in front of the whole school, that’s rich," I shot back, folding my arms. "And what if a bear showed up at the house while I was alone and I got

For a moment, my brain completely shut down when Rowan unexpectedly said he’d teach me how to swim. I just stood there, staring at him like he’d sprouted a second head. This was Rowan Harrigan, the same guy who’d laughed at me when I tripped over my shoelaces, and now he wanted to help me with something that wasn’t about basketball scores or throwing shade? Something felt off."Wait... you?" I blinked at him, still processing. "You want to teach me how to swim?"He looked at me, wearing that annoyingly casual grin, his wet hair slicked back, water glistening down his shoulders and chest like a scene from some summer flick. "Yep, me. Don’t act so surprised. It’s a life skill, hamster. You should be able to float next time Ainsley decides to toss you into a pool. You don’t want to die, do you?"I stared at him, caught between feeling offended and oddly touched. "That’s... reassuring," I muttered as I wrapped my arms around myself.He smirked, tilting his head like he was weighing his wo

As soon as I started feeling a bit more confident in the water, I figured it was time to get back at Rowan. Maybe it was the way he had that smirk on his face the whole time, or perhaps I was just fed up with always being the one who got embarrassed. Either way, I narrowed my eyes, and before he saw it coming, I lunged at him, shoving him under the water."You know," I said, grinning as he vanished beneath the surface, "it’d serve you right if I just drowned you. Consider it revenge for being such a jerk these past three years."Who knew I could be a sadist, deep down?When he finally came up for air, water running down his hair and face, he looked genuinely surprised, which made me burst out laughing. For just a moment, his eyes widened, then that familiar smirk came back, and I realized I was in for it."You?" he said, half-laughing, half-disbelieving as he combed the wet hair out of his eyes. "You couldn’t drown a mouse, Hamster. You’re way too small and weak.""I am not small!" I